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Sunday, May 10, 2015

Lessmaa

Every now and then

I remember to give

my mother a hug

to ask her how she is doing

how she feels

what she wants

I try to match the attention

and love she gives me everyday

I buy her gifts

not for her birthday

not for mother’s day

just because I thought about her

when I entered the store

Every now and then

I see her unconditional love

and question mine

because every time I have said she is awesome

It’s been right after she’s fed me

picked up my call in the middle of the night

lent me some money

told me my shoe size when I had forgotten

forced me to drink herbs that took away my cold

Every now and then I wish

I wouldn’t forget

that she is human too

with fears and dreams and flaws and favourite colours—

I don’t know my mother’s favourite colour

Does my mother have a favourite colour?

Every now and then if

I would look into mama’s eyes

and tell her

don’t make your entire life about me, about us— your children, your
husband, your family